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May 7, 2012
CAPTAIN’S LOG

Stardate 6505.6

You’ve just got to laugh.

I had just drawn the breath to give the order to warp out to Starbase 22, where we’re to pick up medical supplies to support Federation Colony Sigma Delta, which is suffering an outbreak of deadly Holkoumb’s Disease, when — yup — we’re seized by a powerful tractor beam emanating from (drumroll?) Rho Indi b.

The lifeless gas giant we’ve been studying for three standard days.

Everyone falls out of their chairs? Check.

Comm console blows up? Check-o.

(No, not you, ensign.)

What’s this? Our dilithium crystals are splintering?

Peachy.

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